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Feb 2015
In an ocean of thoughts
I gasped for my last breath.

I was a dead city then
and I am a city of brisk air now.

In a matter of fact,
I'm ascending
to be someone else.

I was a runaway girl in light clothes
and cigarettes was the thought that I cling to
but I started caring about you and it all became a dust of ashes
just like everything else turned to shy.
Leah
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Leah  25/F/GB
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